As the written word is under constant threat by the very medium I’m using to relay my thoughts, I must take a moment to express my love for the written word. There is something visceral about touching pencil to paper and transmuting impalpable thought into the corporeal world of a notebook.

Words are power, they are memory, they are infinite.

There are too few words to express how much I love them. The way giggle bubbles up, tickling its meaning from my throat, eliciting a peal of ebullient delight. The way supercilious belies and betrays its true meaning, because how else does a snob look.

“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”
― Marilyn Monroe